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On Earth, the only true method of disposal is decomposition, the dissolution of something dead and putrid into its smallest bioavailable parts. But what about that which can not decompose?
Episode ten marks the finale of season one with our interviewer Habib William Kherbek who curated this season’s interviewees. Our guest this week is…
This is episode 9 of Creatrix Pod! In this episode, we are thrilled to feature the skilled prose stylist Madeleine Watts, a multi-faceted writer…
This week, we are thrilled to host Lauren Oyler, one of the most influential young literary critics of her generation. Lauren’s writings have garnered…
Part Four of the serialized novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlow PART ONE In the distance, a shard of light sweeps through the night. Signalling a warning…
by Sarah Penello In 1493, Christopher Columbus logged what is believed to be the first recorded sighting of Manatees in the new world. Of…
by Hagar Harpak Summer is summering. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s a playful tug on a soul string. Maybe it’s a desire to…
Lust is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars and they were shackled by it.
“If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared, all the violent tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck, myrrh poured on your head and on soft skin and hard thighs, girls with all that they most wished for beside them and touching them and in them while no voices chanted choruses without their own, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song’